Flattened. For serving. Travel to equaling Epitaph. Noticing everything’s better In fiction. Reality, gutter drips. No Regret. Not […]
Month: December 2012
Had everything on mind platter, now it’s gone. Should wear this laptop around my neck. Glass, the Zin […]
Categorize my Self as I do the Morning mocha. But you want me to attach word, two maybe. […]
again not liking how close these people to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern. But […]
Mr. Long discusses the 2012 Vintage, and to what we all can look forward with Kunde’s already-impressively unrivaled […]
Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]
Colder. Better writing. More bonhomous than usual. Must be the espresso. Repelling all sour vibe in stride. Thinking […]